Page 31 of Bound by Wreckage
“I promise, you’ll like him and his woman. They’ll be good to you.”
She blows out a long breath. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
**
We pull up to Gunny’s house only a few miles from the hotel. Carsyn’s tension fills the car. I reach over and grab her knee. “Promise you, he’s good people.”
“Right. Thank you for doing this. Trust is hard.”
“I knowit is. But trust in me to do what’s best for you.”
She nods, and it fills me with great joy that she has that faith in me.
Reaching into the console, I pull out an ID and hand it to Carsyn. “From this moment on, your name is Ava Smith. Nothin’ fancy, just plain and simple. There are thousands of Ava Smith’s out there and it’ll be hard for anyone to find.”
“Thank you.”
“Stop thanking me. I also have papers so you can get a job when you see fit.”
“When did you have time for all this?”
Her wit is undeniably attracting. “When I went out yesterday. Made a call to an old friend. Got the information to him, and we have it.”
“Great,” she says instead of thank you. I love that she gets me. Not many do. They may like my cock and want to ride it,but to actually get me as a man doesn’t happen too often.
“Let’s go in and meet them.”
Rounding the car, I clasp our hands together and we walk to the door. The house is a ranch mid-level home with a large yard and a couple of trees. Nothing flashy, and it’ll be perfect for Carsyn to heal in.
The door swings open, and a shadow comes over the doorway. Gunny is a big man, hugein bulk and bite. He was in the Marines with my dad and has come around the clubhouse a few times. They keep in touch from time to time.
“Nox! How the hell are ya?” The deep rasp of his voice comes from years of smoking. The last I heard though, he had to quit due to health concerns.
“Gunny, good to see ya, man.” He holds out his hand, and I shake it back. “This is Ava.” We’d alreadyhad a chat about what was going on when Carsyn took a shower before we left. He knows the score and has enough fire power in this house to protect the damn president.
He was an E-7 in the Marines, and that’s where he got his name Gunny.
Gunny reaches out his hand, and Carsyn put it in his slowly. “It’s lovely to meet ya. Know I’m a big guy, but there’s nothin’ to be afraid of.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you do somethin’ to her I’ll kick your ass.” His wife, Sharon, whips a towel out, smacking Gunny on the head.
“Woman!” he growls as she pushes her way through, ignoring him.
“Hi. I’m Sharon.” She holds out her hand to Carsyn first. “You must be Ava.”
Carsyn nods. It will take some getting used to with the name, but it’ll come. “Nice to meet you.”
Sharon then comes up to me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight. “Took a woman to get you all the way here.” She winks at Carsyn. “About damn time. Come on in.”
They both step back as we walk in. Their house is quaint with light blue walls and dark gray carpeting. It smells faintly of cigarettes, but whatever they’re doing to mask the scent is working.
“Come on in. Weain’t gonna bite,” Sharon says from the kitchen. Their house is a very open floor plan with one wall separating the kitchen from the living room.
We take a seat at the table just off to the side of the kitchen and living room. Sharon brings glasses and two pitchers to the table. “One’s sweet tea, the other’s water. Help yourself. We are a self-service kinda place.”
“Ain’t that thetruth,” Gunny grumbles.
“Would you stop that. You’re gonna scare Ava off.” Sharon turns to Carsyn. “He’s just mad because he has to clean up after himself and get his own damn beer.” Sharon rolls her eyes dramatically, and Carsyn chuckles.
“I like you,” Carsyn says, and Sharon reaches over putting her hand on top of Carsyn’s.
“I like you too, sugar.”
Our time fliesand by the way Carsyn is talking to Sharon and leaning in to hear what she’s saying, I think she’ll be comfortable here or, at least, she’s playing the part. I sure as hell hope so because this is my only option where we are. Soon my phone will be blowing up asking where I am.
The thought of leaving twists my insides. I’m not ready for that, but I don’t think I’ll ever be.
